Flowers that scream

The flowers smell so loud tonight

Sitting in front of your picture

Sent by a former lover

In front of my forever need

My throat is crushed with longing

Should I just assume it is you?

To stand properly should I just hum the old new tune?

Walk the tenderly crushed mile

Wait for the dark and close all lights

Look for you and pack my disappointment behind my skull

Breathe the rust and go back to looking for signs?

Imagine something out of desperate guilt

When you were here I could never tilt

Now the frame is broken and I have to close my eyes

To talk to you and see you

Better than your wooden frame breaking me from inside

For better or worse, just take it and let gloom rotten

This is worse than cancer or forced betrayal

Wearing your clothes to hold your smell tight

Picture you everywhere, coexist with you in my mind

Everything of you is soft and dull including me

I cannot make do with sudden changes

I keep living because it is not my turn yet to cease

I look at the sky to talk to you

Why did you not take me with you?